One of these days, I turned my head and a big smile came onto my face when I saw that there were books all around me! Here and there all kind of books at my hand, and that made me feel really comfortable, just the same as when I’m around dear people.
Sometimes I’ve read that books can’t talk or that books can give you anything back, but for me, it’s not like that. I hear the worlds written by the authors coming out from the books straight to my head, and I like the knowledge and the emotions that I can get while reading my books.
H.G Wells used to say that “we all have our time-machines, the ones that take us to the past are our memoires and the ones that takes us to the future are our dreams”. And I totally agree with him. But I also have to say that to me, books are another form of time-machine that take me to the most unexpected, beautiful and daring places.
One after the other, all of them help me travel anywhere in the world, and even to other places in the universe, diferent times and dimensions, without even paying a plane fare or being part of a time-traveling experiment. I just take my books, and my mind goes free, away from the world around. 😀